Snow angels: Giving without expecting

It’s mid-September, and in Baltimore, Maryland cooler weather greets the mornings making me think of delicious new comfort foods to create, a new search for the perfect coat to keep me warm, more snow boots, and inevitably my snow angels during the Baltimore blizzard of 2010. I figured I’m either gonna freeze to death in…

The pimple through the veil

The first time I ever felt behavior that I could clearly define as prejudiced because it directly involved my brown skin color, I was working as a staff writer at a newspaper in my home town in 1994 when I was 32 years old. I was the only black writer in the community and general…